there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
If anyone knows a calculated manipulation it's Safrin's demigod, but Ronin accepts it with a thin smile nonetheless. He can appreciate the effort even if he doesn't believe it to be genuine. "There are flowers that you can get that are shaped like stars," he says softly. "Perhaps some of those, in a vase that will reflect the candlelight." It isn't Flora's fault she was born, he sUpPoSeS, and as an Accepted, being beloved by the gods is going to come naturally to her.
Stepping up the wooden planks onto the boardwalk, he glances down at her properly now, raising an eyebrow. "Oh? What do you have?" he wonders. Up ahead the stalls are already busy, and music and the sound of laughter and chatting are audible from where they stand.
Stepping up the wooden planks onto the boardwalk, he glances down at her properly now, raising an eyebrow. "Oh? What do you have?" he wonders. Up ahead the stalls are already busy, and music and the sound of laughter and chatting are audible from where they stand.
RONIN
